Grading System

You want me to be An A.
Accomplish, And Accepted
into the society I’m molded into,
but I’m An Angry Awful Adolescent.
A Assailant of the grade system.
Anxious over Absolutely Acceptance.
No Accuracy in my Actions.
I got no Apathy for Acknowledgment.

What if I got a B?
Would I still Be a Blessing?
Blossom of Brilliance?
Would I still Belong?
No I’m still a low life Bitch.
I’m not Brilliant I’m Belligerent.
Boring Beneath it all.
Broken down to Bone.

I’m sorry mom, I’m nothing but a C.
Cunt that Can’t fucking Count so I Cut to see.
Corrupted, Crazy, out of Control.
Criminal of Cutting Cessation.
Contradicting Confused Cunt.
I’ve got no Confidence,
Commitment, Creativity gone.

What if Drifted to D?
Downright Depressed.
Dishonorable Douche.
Dimwitted Dumbass.
Don’t you see I’m in Distress?
Dignity Down in the Dirt.
Diverse with no Direction.
Death a Daily Desire.

F is For Failure.
Fear of the kniFe.
Fight and Flight.
Foul Fortune Future.
Fault is my Fame.
Forgive the Flawed.
Fed up with the Fatigue.
Forced to say “I’m Fine.”